My Brave Girl

Samara is settling into a good routine and has had great naps these past 3 days. Yesterday afternoon, however, was rather gut-wrenching. The lovely pediatrician here wanted Samara to have a blood test to catch her record up with the other Yankee babies and so at three o'clock she had a heel tap. I actually had to leave the room, leaving my little baby in my mother's arms who kindly held the little angel as she had two tubes of blood squeezed out of her feet. It was horrific and I can't thank my mother enough for stepping in for me so that I could return and offer my little one her favorite thing in the world and not have her associate me with the terrible pain. I was sobbing more than her and she definitely bounced back much more quickly. She's amazing. I love her just too much.
One thing I didn't mention before that she was born with a tooth! It's just above the surface on her bottom right gum. Fortunately for me, though she chomps like crazy, it's not a sharp edge! She's eating so well and finally weighs over 7lbs. I've started giving her 4oz of formula around 7pm as my milk didn't seem to be enough for her in the evenings. I'll admit, the breast-feeding itself has caused a few tears here and there, what with the blisters, cracking and bleeding, and at first I felt awful that I couldn't provide everything my hungry little monster desired, but as with all of this journey, my pride and desire to be in control soon subside and it is all about her. We have endless gazing hours together, really truly ENDLESS hours, so this 15 minute supplement is a great chance for Steve or someone else to get in on the sucking action. It is so wonderful to see her contented. She locks eyes now, and almost smiles back. She has given me two small heartattacks when she's skipped a breath twice now, requiring some rather drastic measures but she is so strong and healthy and I love her ever chubbying cheeks. She is getting soooo big!! Please, please come and meet her soon!